After an
interesting conversation with his father early in the morning, Luke had gone for a long run.
And then an even longer session alone with the punching bag.
And then he'd tried some meditation.
Now? He'd spread parts to a small droid out all over the floor, back carefully turned away from the half of the room that was supposed to have a Z in it, and fiddled around with electronics.
Loud Corellian rock was blaring from his stereo and out through the open door.
If you asked him? He was fine.